AU: I blame the Royal MailRequester: purplekitteSeries:
What if Sebastian were an Abyssal Exalted?
Due to http://incandescens.livejournal.com/857773.html
Ciel looked up from his copy of the household accounts. “Sebastian.”
“Yes, my lord?” Sebastian enquired, wafting through the door with a plate of cakes.
“Is there any particular reason why the roses in the gardens have all lost their petals?"
"Seasonal wilt, my lord," Sebastian said, without flickering an eyelash. "Would you care for some petit fours?"
"Or why the servants are claiming that skeletons crawled up to their windows last night?"
"No doubt some merry prank, my lord. I shall discipline them. Victoria sponge?"
"The rain of blood?"
"Unseasonable weather, my lord, no doubt due to all those zeppelin flights. Black Forest gateau?"
"This letter." Ciel lifted the parchment, embossed with heavy red and black wax seals, from the pile of correspondence. "Addressed to The Perfect Butler With Ominous Eyes, Slayer Of The Petty, Bane Of Hope, Petter Of Kittens?"
"You know how it is, my lord," Sebastian said, and plucked the letter out of Ciel's fingers. "Business correspondence always spells your name wrong. Eton mess?"